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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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The Owner Who Broke The Leash (Yandere!Kamisato Ayato/Reader)

a/n: this is a chainsaw man au but I tried writing it so that you don't need to be an anime/manga reader (suffer with me.) I'm not 100% following the source material, so Beidou and Kazuha are platonic & no mother-child themes the orig has people debate over. I won't be explaining the latter to those who did not understand lmao. (Y/n)'s 20 years old. This is just a yandere fic, relax hehe. also, huge shoutout to @navxry for beta reading, their insights were helpfull!!! and also shoutout because honestly nothing is more fulfulling like seeing a live commentary of roasting the yanderes and for some reason, my husband too sorry dain-

cw: yandere themes and degrading nicknames ("dog"), and dont read while eating ig?

unreliable synopsis: "Thank you, Mr. Kamisato," (Y/n) mumbled. "It's just... I'm still pretty pissed by what happened. I had an absolute shit first kiss–"

Kamisato Ayato questioned whether he had a heart in his head because, on occasion, it beats louder than the one cradled by his ribs. Or perhaps he's just grown incredibly susceptible to human emotions– or in this scenario: "headaches." Then again, in a world where 7 out of every 20 Inazuman citizens are killed by Devils in a concerningly short duration, is it really surprising that Ayato would experience such distress?

The Public Safety Devil Hunters have often questioned their limits throughout the years. Many of them have hardened themselves into pawns who seek glorified kinds of justice and retribution with the limited and declining manpower they have. As a result, they needed people like Kamisato Ayato, a mystifying man who presented himself as a gregarious yet reticent individual regarded either with respect or distaste.

Only a few people have gone insane, which he and the captain of Division 4, Dainsleif, considered to be regrettable. They both had a strong conviction that complete sanity was inappropriate for a devil hunter. The rational and sensible are not in demand in this profession. Only those who have lost their sense of humanity can remain alive with their limbs intact. Many disputed Dainsleif's claims, questioning how could they be true. And to this, he answered:

"What does sanity truly mean when demanded of you by a Devil?"

Unfortunately, not many people understood the significance of that puzzling question, and even if they did, they rejected this way of thinking. Losing one's sanity is equivalent to losing what kept many alive–

And then…

There's (Y/n).

"Holy shiiiiiit!!!" (Y/n) spat out with their mouth full as they gouged the poor leftover traces of udon from the bowl, fully savoring what drops can be salvaged. They tilted their wrist and licked the remaining noodles, which made Mr. Kamisato's associates raise an eyebrow. Their unbrushed hair would sometimes cover their eyes, making them appear more monstrous and feral.

That was enough to know that in an instant, (Y/n) was endowed with a life that was blessed— at least, in physiological matters.

Despite their disheveled clothes and messy hair, anyone would've mistaken them for a somewhat functional human being. Ayato was quite pleased to dress them up after finding them bloodied and dazed. Not that the zombie devil was ever considered a formidable foe, but seeing the Chainsaw Devil in action is enough grounds for fascination, yes?

The Chainsaw Devil… What name does his "family" go by nowadays? What does the "Fixer of Hell" do around this era?

And why did he form a contract with this… mess of a human being? Why did the Chainsaw Devil agree to become this person's heart replacement?

Why didn't the devil let them perish?

Kamisato Ayato has been dying to know–

"Is this what you devil hunters eat every day?" (Y/n) gawked at him, who was snapped back to reality by their childlike antics. "Seems pretty fucking worth it to me. Those jackasses must be ripping me off if I did the same work for less than, what, two eighty percent? I don't know jack-shit about math, though. Unless it's about calculating debt."

"Is that right?"

When (Y/n) eliminated the Zombie Devil, the public safety officer was able to locate the "dog" in person. Fortunately, he just so happened to know that there was a devil in the vicinity and saw (Y/n) covered in blood. Surely, finding out that the Chainsaw Devil became (Y/n)'s heart via a contract was a mere coincidence in Mr. Kamisato's perspective. He's a cunning being, but not omnipotent, yes?

"Duh," their nose scrunched. "Gotta pay my dead dad's debt somehow. The sins of the Father are the sins of the... I forgot the rest of the line."

"Hmm."

To say (Y/n) is the… most entertaining person is the understatement of the decade. They exude none of the dignity of an ordinary civilian when bringing up their lack of rudimentary mathematical abilities and literary knowledge. Like a child who was isolated in their room for so long, (Y/n) was the type of clumsily put-together person you wouldn't expect to pique Ayato's interest.

Yet here he is, answering them with something far from a business smile.

Ayato was entertained by their awkwardly talkative behavior and flushed cheeks.

(Y/n) has a crush on him. He's certain.

He can make use of that.

"We take care of our workers, yes," Ayato smoothly replied. His gaze did not falter away from the more-than-exploited hybrid. Hidden behind his stare was an obsession he had yet to add a label to. There's a strangely human urge for him to wipe the stray noodle off their chin.

They failed to see his soft gaze and continued to mindlessly ask nonsensical questions.

"P-Peanut butter and jelly too?"

"If they so desired it. I do not see why they cannot afford to buy some with their paycheck."

"Woah."

They looked incredibly amazed, if not, pathetically deprived. It made Ayato even more curious– just what life was this poor dog living if they craved incredibly simple joys?

And… peanut butter? Was that ever considered peak luxury? What a miserable life. Dead mother, murdered father– and a poor heart condition to match. He'll never consider their living conditions humane.

"Dog," Ayato thought to himself. "Positively a dog."

So faithful. So easily handled.

Just as the Public Safety Devil Hunter had hoped for.

Humans are strange creatures and even more challenging to please. Ayato noticed that people attract others when they're unfortunate yet not far enough where they're "beyond saving". Balancing that fine line is a hindrance. Humans strive for authenticity but retreat when it causes discomfort— running away from the empty or broken bits that reflect their innermost selfish beliefs. These people will probe for trauma and unfavorable emotions to relate to, but won't exert control to change or challenge the speaker.

They want a "palatable" story– a "marketable" person.

Kamisato Ayato didn't enjoy how hypocritical humanity is. Perhaps that's why he connected with (Y/n) instantaneously.

Because (Y/n) was no longer human.

They're a devil-human hybrid. There's nothing for (Y/n) to mask, and most importantly, they're so damn easy to please.

Ayato glanced at his wristwatch.

It's nearly time for tea with his fellow commissioners.

He closed his eyes and sighed softly. There was no latent vitriolic expression on his face, but that did not mean Ayato cared for his colleagues deeply.

They're all dogs in his eyes.

"Let us depart, (Y/n)."

And (Y/n) might be the best one yet.

Mr. Kamisato stood up and ruffled their hair.

"Come. Be a good dog and perhaps I'll spoil you with as many treats as you desire."

—-------------------

"Holy shit…" (Y/n) muttered to themselves.

"Today, I'm going to experience my first kiss ever…"

"Oh, a kiss you say?"

"M-Mister Kamisato?!"

It's been a while since Mr. Kamisato saw (Y/n), and they exude a brighter aura than before.

He's not pretentious enough to say (Y/n) had grown so much since he last saw them. There are qualities to them (he wouldn't say redeemable) that Ayato was certain weren't there in the past. After assigning them as Kaedehara Kazuha's subordinate and roommate, (Y/n) rehabilitated to the norms of public safety devil hunters. There were some setbacks, including the time they refused to kill a devil because they were naive enough to consider them as friends. But here they were, inside a busy restaurant after a month of dispatching (Y/n) to their new job– new life.

And won't you look at that?

Ayato's gaze softened as it sank in how much his influence had changed them over the months.

They… look radiant, don't they?

(Y/n) stood up, shocked that the refined public safety officer would be joining them. No one told them that he was invited. The rest of Division 4 followed suit, extending their pleasantries to their superior. The only exception was Beidou, who spoke nothing as she continued chugging her beer. Ayato greeted them and gracefully slipped away from his black cloak and placed it on the chair.

They remained standing until Ayato reached out and ruffled their hair.

"Sit."

And so they did.

Mr. Kamisato's grin widened.

"Good dog." He said.

…

Good dog…?

For a moment, the world was on mute for Mr. Kamisato.

And in that personal silence, he pondered to himself:

Why does he care so much about a dog?

It matters not since they will always remain a dog in his eyes. The day he stops calling them a dog and treating them as one is the day he'll forget about the "Fixer of Hell."

"(Y/n)..."

Ayato turned to look at the woman who moaned.

Beidou was one of his favorite dog's new coworkers alongside Kazuha, Kaveh, Al Haitham, the blood-fiend Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto, and the rest. Unlike the aforementioned four, Beidou often regarded Ayato as a "manipulative bastard" while her long-time partner, Kazuha, felt that there is a certain level of melancholy about him that they repeatedly failed to comprehend. Kazuha had a better sense of the world than his dear old eye-patched friend, but even he finds Ayato unpredictable.

Ayato doesn't mind her hostility and their wariness, not when they took great care of his pet on their latest mission.

Yet, he's holding back a glare.

"(Y/nnnnnn)..."

He doesn't appreciate the way her hand repeatedly traveled down his dog's thigh.

"H-Hey, you're d-drunk–" (Y/n) kept "discreetly" glancing at Ayato, worried. "Q-Quit it! Y-You're making me uncomfortable, man–"

"Shhhhh!" Beidou hushed in a low and seductive tone.

"Just wait, (Y/n), I give better kisses when I'm far from sober."

Ayato's eye twitched.

How intriguing.

"W-WH-WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!!–"

"Your reward for killing the Eternity Devil, you scallywag~" She hiccupped, red-faced. "Kiss, with tongue, re-mem-ber?"

Mr. Kamisato closed his eyes, clenching his fists beneath the table as his colleagues drank and ate to their hearts' content. She's drunk. She'll likely regret those words tomorrow.

For a moment, he wished he could drown himself in Kaveh's talks about wearing his father's hand-me-downs or staying in Public Safety for the paycheck. Or maybe hone in on how Itto kept adding zeros to his IQ when asked.

But his whole being was focused on this peculiar conversation.

Suppose a lonesome dog will latch on to any attention it will get.

"K-Kiss…" (Y/n) squeaked.

Don't be so overjoyed.

Ayato desperately wanted to say.

Can't you tell that between the two of us, it's me who you would choose in a heartbeat?

"Who's kissing who now?" Ayato raised his hand, calling for the waiter while staring at the morally conflicted (Y/n). "A glass, please."

(Y/n) paused, not looking at both Ayato and Beidou. They were deep in thought, assessing the situation as though it was their most life-threatening moment.

Good.

They perked up again, somewhat sweating.

"U-Uh, Mr. Kamisato! H-Have you heard? I found an important metal-piece thing and grabbed it!"

Ayato no longer held back a defeated sigh and clenched his fists under the table.

… Disappointing.

So they have chosen to ignore his confrontation instead of turning down Beidou's advances. Shame. Ayato's face contorted, but no one noticed his dismay other than Kaveh, who did not know what to make of it at the time.

"Yes, I have, and what fine news it was indeed. Excellent work. Oh, to have been a fly in the wall..."

Seeing as that "piques" his interest, Kazuha leaned his elbows on the table.

"While we're on the topic, Mister Kamisato…"

Kazuha proceeded to add more to the subject, calmly stating all the information and inferences the group had acquired after the last mission. The "metal-piece" thing (Y/n) found was a portion of the Gun Devil, and Kazuha blabbered about how it appeared that (Y/n) had been targeted by many devils.

"–somehow (Y/n) is at the crux of everything. You know something that we do not, right Mister Kamisato?"

It's only natural for Kazuha to act this way. (Y/n) had no formal training yet fought the Eternity Devil for three days without rest. They had even utilized the Chainsaw Devil's ("Thoma" was its new name) power to torture them nonstop. Devils regenerate by drinking blood so they grained the Eternity devil regularly, yelling and taunting it like a maniac. So in Kazuha's conclusion, (Y/n) was not only stranger than they suppose; they are stranger than they can suppose.

Division 4's and Ayato's main objective is to hunt this "Gun Devil", but there's no need to mind such trifles. At least Makoto is dead. That's one battle won.

Ayato gazed at Kazuha, then his drink.

"What an interesting notion. How about a game?" Ayato placed a finger on his lip. "What do they call this… was it called hot pot? Hmm… No matter."

"The mechanics of the game is to outdrink your opponent," Ayato smiled. "Will you accept this duel?"

As if on time, Beidou placed her empty glass down, making Kazuha just a bit more confident to take the risk. Kazuha nodded.

"Excuse me! Two sakes, please!"

Beidou, who would've normally banned Kazuha from drinking because of his height and not his adult age, yelled on top of her tops.

"HE-HE-HEYYY!!! MAKE IT THREEEE!!! I'LL PLAY THE DAMN GAME TOO!!!"

"MORE SASHIMI!!! THERE BETTER NOT BE A BEAN MIXED IN THERE!!!" Itto demanded soon after.

"I-I'd take a plate of sweet potatoes and cheese, please!" Kaveh humbly requested, fixing his red hairclips.

"HEY WAIT, ME TOO!!! MORE TEMPURA TOO!!!" (Y/n) followed, causing Al Haitham to cover his ears.

Ayato smirked, drinking his mug. He already knows how this will end.

—--------------

Just a few drinks in, Kazuha proved his humanity by slowly fluttering his eyes to sleep.

Both Kazuha and Beidou failed to defeat Ayato in his game, albeit the latter wasn't trying their best. The others lost focus on the match when they knew Ayato had secured victory the moment he gave the mechanics. It's hopeless. Even a newbie such as the salt-and-pepper haired man knew it was a battle whose result had long been decided.

"Excuse me, sir," Ayato smiled, smug. "May I have another drink, please?"

Mr. Kamisato retrieved his umpteenth beer, eager to take a sip but as soon as he had it in his hands, that woman chimed in again.

She kissed them.

…

"... Goodness," Ayato muttered emptily.

That bold woman kissed what's his.

Ayato shook his head slightly, drinking his glass with a malicious glint in his eyes. As that woman aggressively thrust her tongue inside (Y/n)'s mouth, his dog shook, peering over the unimpressed Mr. Kamisato. He made it known to them that he was not pleased by this front-row display of "affection", but (Y/n) made little effort to stop it. He heard her moan and scrutinized the way she yanked their collar to deepen the "kiss", closing all distance between them.

He could've sworn the mug cracked a bit so he loosened his hold. Mr. Kamisato had felt another "headache" settling in as he watched that filth violate his pet with perverse pleasure. He snarled quietly.

What a low-quality "treat".

"Is this what you call a reward?" Ayato muttered.

She must taste horrible.

His (Y/n) must feel horrible.

Surely they wouldn't enjoy being taken by another person?

Yet they're melting in her arms.

Ayato scoffed.

What an unpleasant sight.

He felt... unsettled and restless.

Suddenly, they pulled away. Ayato was almost impressed (relieved) until he saw the reason behind (Y/n)'s distress. That kiss was disgusting, and everyone at that table will reasonably agree on that after seeing what had happened to (Y/n).

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The blood fiend laughed heartily. "IT'S IN THEIR MOUTH!!! IT'S IN THEIR MOUTH!!!"

That disgusting acidic liquid…

Itto elbowed Al Haitham beside him.

"AND YA BOYS KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ANYTHING NUTRITIOUS GETS INSIDE (Y/N)'S MOUTH?!?"

Mr. Kamisato stood up and immediately pulled (Y/n) away from Beidou, pampering their lips with tissues and scrubbing the remains of that wench. His eyes sharpened as (Y/n) leaned into his touch, trembling while grabbing his white dress shirt. Ayato ignored how he would've normally felt a twinge of disgust over the stains they left on his clothes and gently cradled them; his focus now aimed at Beidou– disregarding how the other members laughed or visibly shivered at the sight.

… it's puke.

"THEY SWALLOW IT!!!"

Ayato's eyelids lowered as he heard (Y/n) gulped Beidou's vomit involuntarily, cringing while sobbing– gagging. Itto's laughter drowns out any sounds of concern. (Y/n) hands flew to their throat, clawing to spit everything out as the others watched.

Is this… what people call "headaches"?

How dare she.

She dared not only steal his dog's first kiss but also dared to vomit inside them. Beidou had publicly disrespected what was under his control.

His eyes were emptier than before.

Unacceptable.

He did not fail to notice the others in the room as well. Kazuha jolted up awake at the commotion and searched for a tissue immediately. Some watched out of morbid curiosity like Al Haitham, while there’s people who nervously laughed without knowing what to do like Kaveh, and the rest hollered with the blood fiend.

The last category was filled with employees who had been in the department long enough to know Beidou’s antics. As one of them had told (Y/n) before the party started, Beidou had kissed nearly everyone in the room they’re in already when drunk. Couple that fact with how these colleagues have most of their sanity stripped away and live their lives unhinged, and you got yourself a group of people who no longer processes traumatic events as it is. To them, this is comedy.

The superior Public Safety Devil Hunter shifted his glare to them, effectively halting their laughter.

Mr. Kamisato will be keeping an eye on them.

He knows their names and their faces.

“Tch.”

Ayato roughly dabbed their mouth, cooing at his traumatized (Y/n) as the others looked out for Beidou. (Y/n)'s hands remained locked on their esophagus as if pushing out the last remaining toothpaste from the tube. Pitiable. And somehow, for ones with a sadistic inclination as he does, charming–

No.

Get it out.

Get it all out without hurting what's his.

Scrub every last trace of that woman out of them.

Mr. Kamisato let go of the tissue and brought his thumb against (Y/n)'s lips. Their breath hitched as his ministrations differed greatly from before. Instead of something so intense and near degrading, the way Ayato wiped the stains was warm. Intimate.

Yet Ayato's permanent polite smile betrayed his thoughts.

Blindfolds. Hands. Kneel. Blindfolds. Hands. Kneel.

Squish.

He closed his eyes.

Ayato did not care for whatever happens to Beidou next– she can get killed by a devil next week for all he cares– but he will not allow anything of this sort to occur ever again.

"Oh, my dearest (Y/n)," this time, he smiled not to seem normal but to comfort. And such a genuine gesture scared Ayato deep down. "Allow me to help you get it off your system, okay?"

Finally, their coworkers fully acknowledged (Y/n)'s plight. Kazuha was the first to lend his handkerchief, something Ayato made a mental note of. Kaveh turned around instead. The hairs in the blonde's arms certainly stood the straightest. In response, Al Haitham rolled his eyes over how squirmish his fellow recruit was.

"I have a grandmother who often vomits, perhaps–"

Kaveh immediately cut off Al Haitham, "Wait, you're actually volunteering to help?"

He shrugged. "No, I was merely offering advice on how to–"

Ayato snapped.

"I'll take care of this. Alone."

Ayato's grip on (Y/n) tightened, pulling them close to his chest protectively. He can sense them eager to cough out the vile shoved down their throat but sweetly, he will not give a damn if they released all that in his chest. Ayato led their head on his shoulder. His hand ran through their scalp, soothing them.

Every decision Kamisato Ayato makes is final.

He needn't hear more of their so-called input.

They don't need you.

His (Y/n) does not need ANY of you.

Slowly, Ayato tilted the nauseous (Y/n)'s chin.

"You'll let me take control, won't you, love?"

They nodded, tears in the corner of their eyes. Charmingly weak. A reflection of their humanity. The humanity Ayato did not care about for so long.

"Good do–" Ayato stopped himself.

"Good," he chuckled. "Just good. Now, follow me to the restroom."

He didn't let (Y/n) interact with anyone else that night.

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That incident occurred yesterday, and it was still fresh in their memory.

(Y/n) had been especially gloomy as of late and had been ordered to never talk to Beidou until permitted by Mr. Kamisato. Instead of staying at Kazuha's apartment with Itto, Ayato made arrangements so that they'll have a room in his government-owned apartment. The man from then on refuses to let them out unless a mission requires them. It rattled (Y/n). In a sense, they were like a dog caged for a vase they did not break.

Like most mistreated dogs, they whined silently. Which were sounds that never go unnoticed by caring owners.

And all caring owners will prioritize their pets more than their phone ringing.

Ayato immediately muted his phone.

42 missed calls from Mr. Kaedehara, 36 from Ms. Beidou, and 11 from Kaveh.

He swiped their text notifications all away and faced it down on the table.

"(Y/n), my dear," Ayato began in a soft voice as he set down his boba tea and the take-out for tonight's meal. "Something troubles you. Though you may not wish to share at the moment, know that I am here for you should you ever need an ear."

(Y/n) looked up with gratitude in their eyes. Although they were not vocal about it like they usually are, they did not expect Mr. Kamisato to be perceptive and kind enough to acknowledge their demeanor.

"Thank you, Mr. Kamisato," (Y/n) mumbled. "It's just... I'm still pretty pissed by what happened. I had an absolute shit first kiss–"

They sobbed, voice cracking.

"–and even if I kiss a bunch of other women or guys in the future, I'll probably never get that taste of vomit off my mind, won't I?"

The room went quiet, and Ayato's shoulders dropped at their pitiful sounds.

He retrieved his cup of boba milk tea on the table again and silently placed it in front of (Y/n), aligning the straw in the direction of their lips.

"I understand," Ayato replied. "Sometimes, wounds of the heart take time to heal. But remember, there is a chance to create beautiful memories within every setback. Now open your mouth."

With a sigh, they took a sip of the boba milk tea, the taste of blueberry cheesecake tantalizing their tastebuds. (Y/n) relaxed, the tension in their body dissipating. However, as if urged to see their discomfort yet again out of perverse pleasure, Ayato spoke once more.

"You will likely never erase the taste of vomit in your mind for all eternity."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed.

"However," Ayato cupped their cheek, forcing them to share his gaze.

"Now that you will forever live with me, you will have the chance to taste a wide variety of new flavors to the point you will never have to recall that unpleasant taste again."

As they savored the comforting flavor, Ayato's eyes twinkled mischievously, and a small smile tugged at his lips. He chuckled.

"And I would like you to take notice, (Y/n)," he began playfully, "that this delightful boba tea we're sharing is the taste of your first indirect kiss."

Surprised, (Y/n) messily choked on their drink, spluttering the content in their white shirt as embarrassment colored their cheeks red. Ayato chuckled softly, reaching out to pat (Y/n)'s back gently as they recovered.

That adorable expression. It beats that of a dog.

Their blush is human.

(Y/n) is human.

As (Y/n) wiped the sweet taste on their lips, they couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of hope, knowing that Mr. Kamisato will be there for them. Their lingering disappointment remains, that much is certain, but it will disappear in time. (Y/n) drank until the cup was emptied. It was a symbol of Mr. Kamisato's promise to make the taste of puke a distant memory and that–

In the end, everything will be alright.

He likes them. He's certain.

(Y/n) can make use of him.

Give Mr. Kamisato a chance, dearest (Y/n).

He'll add Ms. Beidou's death to his list of things to check off in your next assignment.

Not only that, of course. She won’t be the only one that’ll keep him busy. He has not forgotten the faces of those who laughed at you during your dilemma.

Maybe once the officer reassigns them all to a more… enthralling location, he’ll get a more satisfactory answer to the question:

"What does sanity truly mean when demanded of you by a Devil?"

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The Sinclair Boys With A Single Parent S/O

In other words, this is my take on how they'd react to the responsibility of raising children than arent theirs and whether that affects how they saw you.

Bo Sinclair

Bo was definitely a little more wary of you because of it. He really wasn't sure about whether he was ready for all the extras that came along with that.

Dont get it twisted, he liked you a lot and he thought your Son was a good kid. He just wasn't sure if he would be able to accommodate for the emotional work it would take.

Hell, Bo was highly certain that he'd mess up your kid with his lifestyle and his own trauma.

Even now, when he's let himself be a part of you guys' lives, he's scared that he'll scare your son and mess it all up.

Bo still tries his best to connect with your son- he can't help but want to try to prove to his parents, though they're dead and gone, that he can be good for something and that he's not just a destructive hurricane of a person.

He still finds it hard to let his guard down enough to do it though. But you can see he's trying.

You can tell from the days he lets your son tag along to the garage and teaches him how to change a tyre, and how to fix a motor.

Bo teaches him how to shave his face later on and teaches him how to open his first beer.

Honestly, it warms your heart that he's come so far.

But it doesn't change the fact that he's a murderer. He knows he can't hide that, given the evidence is literally all over the whole town.

Your son was once young enough that he didn't understand, and Bo had enough time to think of a way to help the situation. He tries to cover it up to begin with. He tells him to never touch the wax people and to never go downstairs. He even tried to hide Vincent from him for a time.

Over time the murders became more and more irregular. It went from at least a car a week, then to every fortnight, and then monthly, until it seemingly stopped altogether. And on his seventh birthday, Bo introduces Vincent to him properly.

For now Bo's glad he doesn't know the truth because he's not sure if he could take the rejection after becoming so invested in the family he's created with you.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is in awe of the tiny baby that is swaddled in your arms the first time he sees you.

It'd been so long since he'd seen a baby- a real one- that he just stood there, watching silently in the distance.

They aren't heartless, they wouldn't kill a pair like you. At least, Vincent doesn't want to.

He never thought that you having a baby would make you any less appealing of a partner. He liked you, and a baby doesn't define you as a person.

He's much more open to the idea of raising children than Bo was, even being rather curious about it.

He likes the way your daughter giggles at him when he peeks over the rails of the crib with his mask on, tiny hands wriggling in the air attempting to touch the wax.

Vincent grows attached to her very quickly and often he'll be the one coddling and cooing at her.

He's good at looking after her- the years of caring for Lester when his parents couldn't prepared him quite well.

The largest problem he had was his mask. As your daughter grew older, she became more and more curious about the mask and what was behind it. Vincent was terrified that she'd see something that would ruin everything and she would be horrified and never look at him the same way again.

She gets older and you prepare her for what she may see, helping her to understand that Vincent's appearance won't mean that he's going to suddenly start trying to hurt her or scare her.

He makes her little wax dolls and toys. He even teaches her how to paint <3

For once, Vincent fully stands up to Bo and makes it clear that he doesn't want to continue making the wax sculptures with the methods they were. He didn't want to make it any worse because frankly the idea of her learning about what her stepfather did and then shutting him out terrified him more than any other fear.

Lester Sinclair

When Lester met you and your kids, you were in the cab of his truck, driving into Ambrose because of your torn tyre.

He'd never really felt bad for leading people to his brothers, or for laying out nails on the roads, or for scaring teenagers for the fun of it.

But for the first time, when he looked into your tired eyes, and then into the innocent faces of your twins, he felt guilty.

So he goes into Bo's shot with you, sure to make sure he gets that your party is off limits.

Lester recognises that he sees his brothers in your twins. There's a parallel between them and he's pretty good at understanding them because of it.

Despite the persona that Lester puts on, he's not some stupid bumpkin. The moment he knows there's something permanent with you he makes it clear to his brothers that he wants no more part in their dirty work anymore.

He settles down with you on the outskirts of the town and settles into fatherhood effortlessly somehow.

The kids think he's funny and he's a sweet guy when it comes to you and them.

He's the type to teach them how to hunt and takes them on fishing trips. They don't catch anything substantial and get disappointed that they can't bring you anything for you to cook dinner with but Lester's already swapping fish with them and winking, promising he won't tell you about it.

Lester cares about his brothers so of course he doesn't cut them off. Luckily, Bo isn't really all that pedantic about victims, so you're all safe. He likes you all too which helps. If Bo likes you, Vincent won't have any trouble.

Being exposed to your new family dynamic definitely changes the way Lester thinks about things and he realises that his morals have switched nearly completely and for the better he figures.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #xreader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax x reader

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stuffforme2 · 22 days

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Okay listen I lvoe the pjo books and series with all ym heart but.. everyone talks about them like they're perfect WHICH THEYRE NOT any problems are kinda brushed under the rug and I find thst kinda werid? Like you'll see other books and TV shows get dragged and canceled for the stuff in Riordan books and yet pjo doesn't?? So.. uhhHHHH yeah that's jsut something I noticed.

The weird relationshipd ynamics. Rick is like allergic to someone bring okay with being single or jsut aromantic like you can say Reyna but her having a crush kn Jason?? Yes she rejected Apollo but her relationship with Jason deterioted brcuz she had a 'crush' on the guy and that doesn't really amke sense to me (I can go into so much detail kn this)

AND LEO AND CALYPSO OMFG that is a toxic relationship. The age gap. The way calypso treats Leo. The fact Leo SHOULD NOT be with someone like this man hasn't dealt with his attachment and Abandonment issues like st all?!

The literal only black character in the pjo books being beckendorf.. then he dies. Then the Korean/Asian (I'm not sure sorry) character dies, Ethan. And like I understand Percy is hinted st being Hispanic (have seen many ppl talk about this dont mnow if it's common knowldhe) but it's never confirmed or added??? I know Rick fixes it later but it's still weird to me lmaoo

Rick unable to keep consistent personality. Woobigying Nico OH MY GOD NICO HE BECOMES GAY AND THSTS WHDT EVERYONE FUCKING FOCUSES ON AND HE SHOULD'VE NEVER GOTTEN WITH WILL ATLWAST NOT THAT QUICK it's not healthy. Their relationship was rushed and didn't make sense I felt like people only like ot becuz it's a gay relationship??

And oh mygods— Samirah. I am not Muslim and I am not an expert on the Nuslim religion but there is so much shitbthatbeas wrong in thst book that I even knew was incorrect and jsut weird to happen?! The AMOUNT OF TIMES HER HIJAB CAME OFF and I'm also like "yaayyyy representation" but it could've been as easy as one Google search. one.

Jason. Jason as a whole. He had the most potential out of ANYONE and personally I think he had more potential then Percy like his story is so INTERESTING and then.. Rick knocked him iut with a brick multiple times, didn't work kn his sotry or trauma at all, then KILLED HIM. Same with Ethan. I am so Vitter about these two.. HELL EVEN LEO AND FRANK.

Also the way he made Annabeth first quest (first quest SHE IS LEADING AND IS HER PROHECY) all about Percy. I was reading it and I was like "bitxh— this is Annabeth Quest?!" LIKE he it pissed me off that Annabeth was swept to rhe side as Percy's lvoe interest giving her knly enough personality and stary to make her jnteredting enough to eb loved but never delving jntk it into Mark kf Athena and even at Mark of Athena it all rounded back tk her and Percy's relationship LIKE JESUS CHRIST DO THESE MFERS PASS THE BELLDAN TEST?!

The low key incest at the beginning ricj writing that all the demigods had the same impish features at rhe start and then.. jsut.. CHSNGING IT?!

Not letting a virgin goddess who has no history of having children have.. children.. NOW you may be wondering 'but then how would we get Annabeth?'— JUST GiVE ATHENA HER FAVOURITE CHOSEN PPL LIKE SHE DID WITH ODYSSEUS let her stay childless. Jsut let her choose some children she'd like as hers wonce they're Bron and she then blesses them as her heroes, that's how she treats them any way and it also gets rid of the incest?!

Also the fact it's implied that Annabeth is only smart becuz she's a child of Athena.. Rick made a virgin goddess technically have children so he can have a smart women character and that's just.. EuGGHHhHHh JUST LET HER BE SMART IT NOT THAT HARD "Oh, no, I'm not smart because Athena chose me.. Athena chose me because I was already smart" Smacks you with common fucking sense.

Also Annabeth ALWAYS needing to eb saves and its always done by a man. OMFG AND GROVES GF DHE HAS NO PERSONALITY OUTSIDE OF BEING SOEM GUSY GF EVEN THOUGH HES GONE FOR MKNTHS AND BAREKY CONTAXTS HER?!

The whole apheodite cabin. The whole aphrodite cabin. The whole aphrodite cabin.

The fact it's clear Rick doesn't think girly girls cant be strong or into fighting or able to wield a fuckign weapon. The way he makes nearly every girly girl into a total mean bitch or ruins their characters.

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liquidluckandstuff · 5 months

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Harry having an eating disorder. All from Dursley abuse

He feels extremely uncomfortable eating in front of other people and only takes a bite when he thinks other people aren't looking.

Hides food in his pockets even after being there for months because he is so used to not knowing when he is going to be fed next.

Binging every now and again because he feels safe enough to eat and doesn't know when that will happen again but ends up throwing it all up later because he feels so guilty about wasting food on himself.

He loves that Mrs. Weasley wants to feed him, but hates how much pressure she puts onto him to eat.

Harry finds quiet hidden places in the castle to sit on the floor and snack on something he took from the Great Hall just so he can feel comfortable. He particularly likes cupboards

Shall I add in some Voldemort stuff too?

Harry has visions of Voldemort when he is feeling too strong of an emotion, but Voldemort has visions of Harry when he is just too hungry.

Harry got better about his problem, but after the graveyard its worse than ever.

Voldemort doesn't understand why Harry would do something like this to himself until Harry is sitting in the great hall and is afraid to eat a sandwich. It's not even just that. The boy can't sit at a table and take a bite at the same time. His mind is rejecting the thought.

He watches Harry take small bites in corridors or hiding in his bed. He watches as Harry gets thinner and thinner and has to glamor himself to hide how bad it's become.

He watches as Harry faints in the hallways after a detention with Umbridge because blood loss + no food = bad times.

It makes it all to easy to kidnap Harry. A starving mind is not in the right spot to defend itself.

He doesn't even want to kill Harry anymore. Not with as weak as he has become. It becomes more of an experiment.

He provides Harry with food and space.

one time he offered Harry lunch and of course Harry refused for every reason. Until Voldemort made them both a plate, vanished the chairs, and then crawled under the table to eat in silence. Harry thought it was ridiculous until suddenly the plate of food didn't look so intimidating and he was able to take a few bites.

Voldemort sees him hiding food, and offers him a snack or two every time he sees him even if they only separated for an hour.

He doesn't comment on Harry's appearance, and hides every mirror so Harry doesn't have to agonize over the way he looks everyone is always so obsessed with how he looks (just like your father except your eyes ) (he's so thin! Harry why dont' you grab an extra plate) (have you seen that scar?)

Slowly, Harry starts feeling more secure and joins others at the dinner table, although he still loves sitting on the floor with Voldemort in their own private time

and yeah sure Harry finds it really really hard to betray the man who sits with him and makes him breakfast just the way he likes it because he'd never had an option to try things like that before it's always just been decided for him

and then Harry's studies become better because now he can eat and has to make someone proud.

I can do this all fucking day

#Voldemort #Harry Potter #drabble #dadmort?!#evil dadmort?!

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motherofplatypus · 5 months

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A short fic of that scene where BDubs ask Grian if he wanted Scar to be killed. Don't expect good grammar, im just a platypus. Here's to you @morickkk mate, dont think I didn't mean it when i said im currently writing one lol.

Also don't expect proper grammar. Im just a platypus.

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"Hey! You want me to kill Scar?"

Those words flowed like thick mud into his ears. He wasn't sure if he heard it correctly, especially with Jimmy being a new voice in his head and nearly drove him into madness 5 minutes into the session.

So Grian waited for a few seconds for his brain to actually understand what BDubs just said. And as soon as his brain processed those words that almost sounded like an ancient language, he came to the realization that the words meant exactly what they meant, and his heart sunk into his stomach.

Scar? Kill him? Kill Scar? His brain jumbled up with the idea of the businessman had his blood drawn out of him.

Blood on his hands. A lifeless body beneath him, drowned in a pool of crimson blood, adorned with sands, poppy, and lilac. The rustic smell of blood filled his lungs, and an apology that echoed in his head.

Grian choked up. Whatever he had for breakfast crawled their way up to his throat. He barely just able to keep his food inside him. The acidic taste left a lingering sting in his throat, but it was nowhere near as bad as the imaginary scent of blood in his nose.

He can't let it happen. He can't let Scar be killed. He can't...he just can't. It doesn't matter if it's a task or just plain revenge, he can't let it happen.

Grian is aware that Scar's position as of now is far from good and trustworthy. He had played the role of a villain for 3 sessions in a row. He had griefed, burned, destroyed, stole, hurt, lied, and scammed everyone and everything. But it was all because of his task.

Grian remembered when he asked Scar to be his friend, but couldn't say yes because his task was to do the opposite of anything people said. He saw the desperation in his eyes, the loneliness. How he laughed while his eyes screaming for help to be saved. He's not a bad guy, at least not as bad as everyone thought he is.

It was all because of his task.

"Can we still be friends?" His voice echoed, gentle and desperate as a red name could be. Poppies and lilacs in hand, an offering for a partnership.

Grian won't allow it. He will not let Scar get hurt, let alone be killed. No. He rejects the idea of Scar getting killed.

"Say yes."

Grian's mouth closed as soon as it opened. His body is no longer his when those words were spoken. Jimmy had given the order, and it's his task to obey.

His body trembled, resisting the influence of his so-called Guardian Angel. It was painful. It was agonizing. The more he resists, the more intense the pain he felt all over his body, like hundreds of tiny blades twisting inside his body, slowly making their way into his heart.

Still, Grian resisted. Resist the influence and control the other had on him. If succeeding meant he had to relive that moment again, he'd rather be a failure.

Persistent as he may be, it was only a matter of time before the pain won him over. Before the pain became too much to handle. Before resistance became obedience.

His lips trembled. The word is already at the tip of his tongue. Mustering what's left of his strength, he resists once more, to no avail.

"Yes." Grian had finally spoke.

And he crumbled from within. His heart was crushed and shattered. The joy and laughter that came from everyone around him sounded like a mockery. A mockery for his attempt to resist.

Grian felt his limbs went numb. The word he said may not came from his heart, but it came from him. He said it, with his own mouth and tongue. With his own voice.

A smaller voice within his head spoke to him, telling him he did a great job to resist. That what matter was that he tried. But an even bigger voice told him, his own voice, that he's a failure to keep Scar save once more.

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luffyvace · 5 months

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Ace x amab reserved reader

just on a whim bc i barely see enough content for males and since ace is my fav here ya go! :)

(small tidbits of spoilers but not really)

ace isn’t the most eccentric guy to live persay

but because of his straight forward personality it more so seems like it

which a part of it is

but your way different than him

your a fly solo typa guy

you’d rather stay to yourself and do your own thing

ace respects that he gets why

people can be a real pain sometimes

so if anyone is being overly pushy with your comfort zone??

never fear!! the brave knight, Ace is here!!

he’ll stand up for you if he can tell you don’t have the social energy to do so

he’s very good at protecting his territory

he’s been doing it his whole life

he loves you with his whole heart

so he understands if you need space

ace introduces you to marco and the two of you hit it off

marco’s energy isn’t over the top so it’s just enough that you can handle

perfect for you

same with izo!!

so the four of you become a little group!

ace could nap any time of the day

so if your ever feeling a little drained?

nap time is all the time :)

go and snuggle up to ace and he won’t reject it at all!

he loves you!!

but please not in public honey

its embarrassing and marco won’t stop teasing him about it

ace would do anything he can for you to keep you comfy

this rooms’ too loud?

yeah, he agrees. let’s move to the next room!

he would get a little concerned if you don’t want any human interaction though

from trauma to purely liking to be alone

“you’ve gotta get sunlight m/n!! you cant just coop up like a vampire! yknow? it won’t kill you to just see people right?”

i mean he loves having you all to himself but it’s kinda unhealthy!

”you can’t shun yourself from life all because you dont wanna be around people n/n! life isn’t gonna wait for you to get out of that dark room of yours yknow?”

he’ll tease you and gently push you out of your shell occasionally

but for the most part he understands

he’d love to have deep conversations with you!!

since you don’t talk to people all that often he knows you have thoughts to get out

so talk to him!!

he’ll listen all day to his sweet m/n’s voice, as he likes to say

gossippp!

(if you like that)

he’s kinda nosy and since he knows your always observing others he thinks you simply must have some juicy gossip on people!

also don’t bottle up your emotions on him!

like i said talk to him!

your his boyfriend!

his precious boyfriend!

he wouldn’t want you going through anything on your own when you already have him!!

especially since he knows what that feels like

he also knows your a good listener

so he’ll go to you about his past or father and such once you guys get real deep in the relationship

or if you already are

either way ace loves you just as you are

he will support you and at least try to understand where your coming from to help keep you comfortable :)

ahh these are pretty short but yeah i hope anyone who reads enjoys them

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xchxsex · 1 month

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Teach Him to Please: Mark Hoffman and Peter Strahm x AFAB reader

Warning: threesome (ish?), sharing, praise, degradation, mention of knives, p in v penetration x2, oral (f recieving), public play.

Waking up next to Mark’s big, warm hands wrapped around my body is like my coffee in the morning. Of course i need my coffee too. Mark greets me with a small squeeze to my lower stomach. He always did like the little pouch i have there even though Ive always hated it.

“Morning sweetheart”, he says in his sexy sleepy voice.

“Good morning.” I turn over and kiss him, resting my hands on his cheek. His facial hair tickles my fingers and palms.

I rest my head on the pillow next to his.

“You always look so pretty in the morning”, he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I was wondering if you wanted to come into work with me again today? You seemed to enjoy it last time.”

I smile. I recently quit my job because of the toxicity and the stress it was putting on me, so now I have more time to spend with Mark. Working and doing some filing at the station somewhat interests me and I’m working to get my resume up to par.

“That sounds great.”

After a quick shower with dress and makeup, I’m ready to go. Mark in his detective outfit that he always looks good in.

We drive down to the station, hand resting on my thigh, gently rubbing his thumb. When we arrive and come in, people wave to me. They’re beginning to recognize me with him now.

We go into his office but its not long until there’s a knock at his door. Mark lets out a huff of annoyance.

“Come in!”, he says.

A tall man with dark hair and blue eyes, around the same age as Mark peeks in the door and pulls it open. I recognize him as the man who waved and smiled at me last time.

“Hoffman, Ive been looking everywhere for you!” He’s equally annoyed as Mark.

“Peter just because your wife hasn’t had sex with you in months doesn’t mean you take our your frustration on me.”

Ouch. Even i felt that one. Peters nostrils flare and his top lip raises.

“She’s my ex wife… and you know that.” He slams the door shut behind him as he walks off.

Ive never seen Mark be… such a dick to someone before.

“Wasn’t that a little harsh? He seems nice.”, i say.

“He’s metaling. On my ass all the damn time about these Jigsaw cases. He’s getting in too deep. It’s going to get him killed.” He sits down and begins his work. I have an idea. If Mark really loves me, maybe if I befriend Peter, he’ll be nicer to him.

“Hey, Im gonna go to the bathroom really quick.” I walk down the hall, following the trail he took when he stormed off. I get to his office and he’s sitting at his desk, clearly still annoyed. I knock on the door and he perks up.

“Oh hey-,” he pauses, not knowing my name.

“Y/N,” i say.

“Y/N. Hey.”

“Im sorry about him. He doesn’t normally act like that I swear”, I apologize.

“Yeah. He’s always been like that. Not sure why. I don’t think anyone really understands him.”

Damn. If no one around here does, how can I be sure I do? There’s an awkward pause.

“Um- sorry to hear about your wife… ex-wife, sorry”, i say. That was probably rude.

He sighs. “Dont worry about it. It was probably my fault, being so involved in my work. We tried to figure it out but it just didn’t.”

This might be wrong to say. “Do you think the maybe ‘not having sex in months’ had something to do with it?”

He laughs uncomfortably. “She always rejected me when i tried. I never understood what she wanted from me you know? I just-“, he stops himself before he starts to drone on.

Now I’ve made things worse. “Maybe Mark could teach you”, i laugh.

He raises his eyebrow at me. “Us guys don’t really sit around talking about that stuff you know? Probably seems like it but-“, he looks behind me and i turn to see Mark leaned up against the frame.

“I thought you were going to the bathroom?”, he asks in that same way that he speaks when Im in trouble.

“Oh- I was on my way there and passed by Peters office”, i tell him.

He smirks and looks at the ground a moment before returning his eyes to mine.

“Bathroom is the other way princess but good try,” he clears his throat,” so what are you two talking about?”

Im scared to speak at the moment but before i can, Peter jumps in.

“She was just saying how you can be the one to teach me to please a woman”, he says quite casually. I do not feel good. Marks jaw tightens.

“Sweetheart, may i speak with you a moment, alone?”

This can’t be good. I follow him out and back into his office. He shuts the door behind us. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, tucking his tongue in the corner of his mouth.

“So what’s going on here?”, he asks.

“What do you mean?” I say nervously.

“Why are you talking to Peter about our sex life? If you want to brag that we have a great one and he has none Im all for it”, he grins.

This has got to end. “No, it’s that right there,” i point at him,” you’re so awful to him for no reason. I would think you would have some respect for a man who treats the woman you apparently love with kindness”, i tell him. And i mean it.

He ponders my statement for a moment. “No, you’re right baby. Maybe i should be nicer to him… but if he ever hurt you, i would have killed him by now.” He approaches me and kisses me gently. “You don’t want to have sex with him do you?”, he asks. That catches me off guard.

“No… I dont,” i tell him. By the way he asked it, it almost seemed like he didn’t care what I said.

“Good. No man will ever please and care for you the way I do.” I see the wheels in his head turning. “But, maybe if he could please you, i would have a little more respect for him.

What is happening right now? “What are you talking about?”, i ask.

You want me to be nicer to him right?”, he asks.

“Yes,” i say.

“And you told him that I could teach him how to please a woman, since i do it so well with you right?”, he asks.

“Yes but-“, he interrupts me.

“I saw him just like you did. He’s desperate. Hell i would be too after a while of not being able to have a release. Explains the stick he has up his ass all the time.” He pauses for a moment. I don’t know where this is going but part of me wants to know more. “Would you like to help me teach him?”

Is this really happening right now? “Do you want me to have sex with him?”

He pauses and thinks over. “Sure, why not.” He’s so possessive over me, i never in a million years would think that he would want another man to have me. Especially one he doesn’t even like.

“Are you okay?”, i ask, in my head and out loud.

“Whats wrong with it?”, he shrugs. I know youre mine, and its a one time thing unless something changes and maybe he wont be so pissy all the time. Maybe this is what i need to do to get him to trust me.”

Im at a loss for words. “So you want me to have sex with him and tell him how to please me?” I say it slow, making sure he knows what he’s really asking of me right now.

“I’ll be there in the room but yes. I trust you and I’ll step in if things go south.”

Im not sure how to respond. I mean, Peter obviously isn’t a bad looking guy. I think i could imagine how he looks under his shirt, maybe i want to see for myself. If i do this, Peter will be safe, Mark will be safe, they’ll get along hopefully, and we never have to talk about it again. I think i know what I need to do. Maybe it’ll even be good. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

He smiles and walks out of the room to Peters office. I turn and run my fingers through my hair. This is crazy right? My blood is pumping and my heart is beating out of my chest. Soon, he comes back in with Peter.

“So whats this big news you want to tell me?”, he says sarcastically.

I see and hear Mark shut and lock the door behind them.

“Well, you said you wanted to know how to please a woman,” he motions to me,” she can help you.”

Peter looks confused and I don’t blame him. They both look at me. “Is he saying what i think he’s saying?”, he asks.

I pause. “Yes.”

I think he wants to. I mean, it’s sex, it feels good and gives you a nice rush of dopamine. But i think he’s hesitant.

“Dont get me wrong, shes really pretty and nice but i thought you two had something going on?”, he asks him.

We do, but i think this will benefit the both of us,” Mark says.

Peter looks between the both of us and then the door. “Yeah, i dont think i can do that.” He goes to leave but my words fall out faster than i can think.

“I want to,” i say before he leaves. He stops and turns back around.

“Are you sure about this?”, he asks. His face is flushing. I can only imagine where the blood is flowing. I glance back and Mark and he nods.

“Believe me, Im sure”, i say. His stature over me intimidates me like Marks does. It is oddly arousing. He starts to undo his belt and i see Mark roll his eyes.

“Seriously?,” he asks.

“What is it?”, Peter asks.

“You need to make her want it. You want her begging for you before you please her.”

He’s not wrong. Peter looks at me.

“It doesn’t hurt,” i tell him.

He reaches his hands out to sit on my waist. He leans into me and presses his lips to mine. His lips are soft and delicate, his kisses gentle, not hungry like Marks. I kiss him harder to speed up his pace, he follows for a moment, but once i settle in to his movements, he slows.

“When i kiss you harder, i want you to keep it that way.” He goes back to kissing me, beginning with the rough pace i set. He’s actually a good kisser, evoking a throb in my core.

I take his hands and run them up and down my body. He takes over, grabbing all the parts i have to give to him. I rest my hands on his chest. He grabs my ass hard and picks me up. I didn’t expect that. He sits me up on Marks desk. There is one thing: i want him to talk to me like Mark does. I want him to tell me how bad he wants me and what he longs to do to me.

“A girl wants you to tell her what you want to do to her, wants to hear how bad you want her.”

He lets out a slight groan in the back of his throat. “I want to push you back on this desk and take you how i want to.”

That puts butterflies in my stomach. He’s starting to turn me on. I pull him back to me, kissing him rough once more, kissing me how i want to be kissed, touching me how i want to be touched; hes a quick learner.

“Take control of her, give her what she wants”, i hear Mark say to Peter. Neither of us stop.

His hands slide down, moving into my shirt before looping his fingers into the band, pulling them down quickly. Im pressed back into the desk, now sitting on top of it. His body is between my legs, grinding his hard length into my core. I let out a slight whimper as his lips move to my neck.

I can’t help but look at Mark. He’s watching so intently. I look down at his now tented pants. As i look i realize that maybe Peter’s problem was not settling in and just going for it whenever he gets ready. He doesn’t take his time getting the woman warmed up.

After neck kisses, grabbing and grinding into each other, i run my hands down to his belt, undoing it and tossing it aside. Soon, his pants and underwear are tugged down. His cock is longer and skinnier than Marks. I wonder how it will feel. He begins to pull down my underwear. I raise up for him to pull them off.

Im leaned back on the desk, his body following mine. He aligns himself at my entrance and is about to push in when Mark interrupts.

“Wait a second”, he says.

Peters jaw tenses, very frustrated as he slowly turns to Mark.

“What?”, he says annoyed.

“Go down on her”, Mark says.

“Why would I do that?”, he asks.

“Because if you don’t, you’re not fucking her. Now put your mouth to her little cunt and eat her like it’s your first meal in days.”

Peter turns back to look at me. I don’t think he knows how to.

“I’ll show you what i like”, i tell him. That makes him feel a little better. He moves to his knees in front of me, leaning in to wrap his lips around my clit, gently sucking. It sends impulses through my body, making my legs twitch with every nip. I need more than just this.

“Go faster”, i tell him. He starts to speed up, licking his tongue around me, but nothing changes much. I see Mark coming over. Uh oh.

“Move out of the way Peter, I’ll show you how to taste a lady.” Peter hesitantly moves out of the way and Mark replaces him. He grabs hold of my thighs and licks me perfectly. My body goes to loop my fingers through his hair and pull him deeper. His tongue and lips maneuver around all my sensitive spots, dipping his tongue into my hole to clean up the mess I’m making.

I watch Peter, looking intently at what Marks doing. It’s kind of sexy how hard he’s trying to please me. I don’t understand how Mark uses his mouth so perfectly, but fuck, it feels amazing every single time. I look between them, my stomach tingling for each. I want either one of them right now, but part of me wants to have them at the same time. Before i can reach my high, Mark pulls away, my legs shaking at the denial.

“If her legs aren’t shaking and she’s not pulling you deeper, you’re not doing it right”, Mark says. He stands and backs away from me, Peter returning to his spot. He lowers himself again and follows Marks movements. Ive gotten so worked up, if he doesn’t give me what I want, i might just have to take it myself. My hips spasm against his face. His tongue swirls around my clit, mixing in some nips and licking up my hole. God, it already feels so much better.

“Mph- better”, i moan. I pull his head deeper into me, working my hips against his tongue. My body is aching to release, so much so that i already feel the hot pleasure burning to be freed.

“Make her cum”, Mark walks over beside me. He runs his fingers through my hair and makes a fist. I whine at the tug at my scalp. “Yeah? My pretty girl gonna cum?”, he turns to Peter”, keep going when she finishes, make her scream.”

Mark leans in and kisses me gently before returning to his spot over near the wall.

Im about to shatter into his mouth. Both of them have control over me right now, making me feel small. I release into his mouth while looking at Mark. My back arches off the desk as i try to catch my grip.

He starts walking back over again, smirking as he watches me cum. Peter might be the one pleasing me, but the man my heart belongs to is Mark. He turns and watches Peter, waiting for something.

When I’ve stopped throbbing, he stands back up between my legs. He presses himself back against me but before either of us can react, Mark suddenly grabs Peter and pushes him against the wall, pulling out a knife and pressing it against his throat.

“Mark I thought this was okay?!”, i say. Peter looks terrified, turning to me for help.

“Hold on babygirl, let me make one thing clear. One rule: if you finish inside of her, i will slit your fucking throat. That pretty pussy will only ever be mine to claim. Understand?”

Peter nods and Mark lets go of him. He steadily walks back over to me, positioning himself back between my legs. He slides into me, my head falling back as he pushes his way through me. He lets out a groan, tightening his hands on my hips. He doesn’t hesitate moving himself into me quickly.

He’s not bad at this part surprisingly. It actually feels really good. I moan and grab onto the desk.

“Yeah? Do i feel good?”, he asks.

“Mhm, yes.”

He hits deep inside of me but doesn’t feel as good as Mark. Part of me is starting to believe him when he says that no man will ever please me like he does. He understands every inch of me in a way no man has. Maybe Peter will be like that for someone one day.

He starts to sweat as he grunts. “God she’s fucking tight”, he groans.

I see Mark smile. “I know. My girl has the best pussy, so tight and warm and wet. I could cum just from tasting her.”

Peters already getting close. He starts to pull up my shirt to expose my stomach. His jaw tenses before he pulls out, stroking himself until his white ropes string and fall onto my stomach.

“Fuck… shit”, he moans.

By the amount that he’s letting out, i can tell it’s been a while since he’s had a release. When he’s done, he adjusts himself and his pants back together.

“Now get her cleaned up. You always clean up after yourself and the mess she makes for you.” He hands Peter some tissue as he wipes himself off my stomach and tosses it.

“You should probably put her clothes back on, but you can leave them off for now.”

I think i know what that means for later: i dont think im done being fucked.

“I should probably get back to work”, Peter says. He walks away but Mark stops him before he leaves.

“I’ll see you around Peter. Oh, and keep everyone away from my office for the next hour.”

I bite my lip and smile as Peter leaves. He locks the door and takes off his blazer, hanging it on the rack by the door. He slowly walks towards me, resting his hands on the desk by my thighs.

“That was fun huh?”, he asks. I have to admit it kinda was.

“Yeah. I didn’t think you would let another man do that to me”, i say.

He shrugs. “I was there making sure you were okay. Plus, the jealousy i feel when other men look or stare at you gets me so fucking hard.”

His body moves closer to mine. He takes my hand and runs it down his stomach, down to his bulge. He tightens my hand around it. God he’s so hard for me.

“You feel that? It took everything in me not to shove him aside and take you myself. I know you wanted to beg for me. I know I’m all you think about baby. I know all the dirty little thoughts in that empty head of yours.”

His lips trail and caress down my neck, making me whimper. I grip onto his cock and he grunts.

“You’re mine babydoll… all fucking mine”, he whispers in my ear.

Our body’s attach to each other in a sweltering heat that i haven’t felt before. Ive never felt such intensity between us. He starts to take off his clothes which he’s never done in his office but fuck i don’t care. I want him to take me while people roam outside, fucking me on the very place he works.

He slides my shirt off as i pull his shirt off. Both are quickly tossed. I run my fingers up his body, entangling my fingers in his chest hair. Something about the feeling of the hair on his chest makes me want to lick all around him. And thats what i do. Im hungry for him and only him.

He practically rips my bra off, taking my left nipple into his mouth, sucking until I’m whining for more.

“Mhm fuck… please Mark, i need you”, i moan.

Now he’s pulling down his pants and underwear, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

“I want every fucking inch of you baby. I want to abuse and ruin your little insides until you fucking cry for me”, he says.

Im dripping on his desk. I can’t wait any longer.

“I’ll give you every inch of me, every cell in my body… please just take me.”

Sometimes the way we talk, we leave each other speechless. Our minds flooded with adrenaline and hormones. Thoughts of how bad we want each other being the only thing in our minds.

“Sometimes i want you so fucking bad I cant think straight. You get me so goddamn needy for you, sometimes i worry what will happen if i get my hands on you.”

Working each other up until we both cant take anymore is everything. And then we have the roughest, nastiest, and most satisfying sex of our lives, not done until we’re covered in each other’s cum and sweat.

He pushes my legs back and slams himself into me. I barely can hold back a moan as the pain of him stretching me floods my body.

“God baby fuck, you’re so fucking tight for me,” he grunts.

Suddenly, he grips onto my hips, picking me up off the desk and turning us before pounding into me. He’s leaned over, supporting both of our weight with his strong legs and back. I lock my legs around his hips, taking him into me.

“God you’re so fucking big!,” i cry. This is the kind of sex i need, what i crave. I don’t care who hears me, i cant help it. His face is red as he strains to keep us together. The sound of his hips slamming into me echoes in the room. He bites my neck and i let out a moan of pain.

He’s fucking me the way animals do in the wild. Im sure he’s broken the skin.

His fingers dig into my sides as he massages that perfect spot into me with each thrust. He spanks the side of my ass and i whine.

“Y-you’re so fucking deep, so fucking good Mark don’t stop!”, i grip onto him tighter. I can feel how close we are. Sweat drips down his face. Little strands are falling down from his styled hair.

His brows are furrowed, biting his lip, face red, jaw tensed. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He moves us back to the desk, unable to hold me up as our highs hit. He pulls my hair back and makes me look at him.

“You’re gonna fucking look at me when you cum. Im the only man that makes you feel like this. Only me”, he groans.

We both cry out, looking into each other’s eyes when we cum together. His hot cum seeps into me, my body milking him inside me.

“Goddamnit, fuck,” he grunts.

I love the feeling of him filling me up, claiming me as his, marking his territory.

When it’s passed through us, his body is rested on top of me. We can’t even catch our breath enough to speak. He grabs onto the side of my face.

“Shit princess, you’re amazing.”

We’re both drained. Our bodies are still connected by his cock. As i shift, i feel his load.

“There’s so much, I’m so full,” i whine.

“I know baby. I couldn’t stop cumming, it wouldn’t stop coming out”, he smiles. “And I’m going to pull out of you, and look at the load that your pretty hole took so good.”

He pulls out and crouches down. I feel it running out of me, dripping on the floor.

“Push it out for me baby,” he says.

I obey him and push his cum out.

“Yeah? You’re my pretty little cum dump aren’t you?”

He raises up to meet me again. Kissing me lovingly this time. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He gets his clothes back on and wipes up the mess he made inside me, on my thighs, dripping off the table. He pulls me up to him and kisses me.

“How do you feel about today?”, he asks.

Ive never had anything remotely similar happen. “Itll hopefully pay off for all of us. I did it for you. I don’t want to be without you, ever.”

He trails his fingers around my thighs.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier about me being nicer to Peter,” he takes my hands in his,” i dont- i cant feel for others the way you do. It’s just been hard to ever since Angelina. Its like you have this heart of gold… and mine is always broken.”

He looks up at me, its not often i see him vulnerable like this.

“Im trying to be a better man for you, the man you deserve to have. I’ll do everything for you, you’re my everything.”

I smile. This big, tough, intimidating guy is also the sweetest man ive ever met. I never thought about how love can bring out the best in people.

“Maybe i can help you heal it”, i tell him.

He smiles. “Believe me baby, you are. You’re the only person i know I can trust. The only person i can tell everything to and you wont judge me or write me off, you listen, and i love you for that.”

He hugs me tight. “You know how much i love you right?”

Ive never had someone ask if i feel loved by them before. “I know you do, i love you too.”

He picks my clothes off the floor and slips them back onto me. I fix my hair and clothes after he gets them on me.

“I’ll go tell Strahm that I’m free. I promise I’ll be nice this time.” He kisses me on the forehead and walks out. He returns soon after, calm and collected.

“Alright baby, i have to get to work,” he sits at his desk,” you want to come help?”

I smile. I do like helping him.

“Sure”, i say.

He taps his thigh and i sit on his leg. He plants a little kiss on my cheek, resting his hand on my hip as we get to work for the day.

#mark hoffman edit #mark hoffman saw #detective mark hoffman #peter strahm #agent strahm #costas mandylor #scott patterson #mark hoffman

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Mikoto Kayano from MILGRAM-DID (canon)

"UAGHHJH…. mikoto is canonically a DID system!!!! he has an alter named John who killed somebody once BUT LIKE THAT ASIDE he’s so cool guys. they are the system ever. he also has an alter named midokoto and guys you Need to understand. they’re SO good. they’re so toxic but they’re learning and they have so much potential. Mikoto refused to accept that he was a system for the first season/trial of MILGRAM and tbh dont we all! and in the second season he realized and guys… .,..,…. in the second MV John sings 'I’ve got you, leave it to me!' and it’s SO protector-coded….. PLEAASSEEEEE MIKOTO HES SO GOOD"

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"Just wanna add some more stuff to Mikoto Kayano’s description. And apologies in advance for this being a bit too long

To be clear, Mido doesn’t actually exist and is a fanon character originating from an older theory. Currently we only know of Mikoto and John in the system. It’s also very unclear who is the actual killer but I’ll elaborate on that more. And in Milgram everyone’s a killer so he’s not the only case here.

I really love Mikoto and John and their story so much.

Mikoto is the host alter and the one considered as the prisoner 009. He’s a people pleaser who obsessed with being normal and acceptable to people. He doesn’t inherently understand social concepts and relationships and tries to force himself into such. His whole social attitude is him deliberately acting that way so people can accept him. He’d do anything to please other people even if it makes him uncomfortable. And this habit is breaking him down on the inside along with being stuck in an abusive job.

His obsession with being normal makes him hate John which is really sad. He feels that having DID would make him weird and crazy and completely erase any sort of efforts he made to be normal and socially acceptable and have him be ostracised by everyone, which is sadly the truth in this current world. Because of this he’s scared of John and projects all his sufferings onto him, that he’s deliberately trying to ruin his life and do all these horrible things just for the sake of it. He even blamed John for attacking Mahiru even though it’s extremely obvious that it was Kotoko who did it. Mikoto saw her as a friend even though she really wasn’t and doesn’t want to believe that she did it so he blamed it on John.

I think Mikoto might’ve actually known he was a system for a while as lots of the lyrics in his first trial song, MeMe, seem to imply this. He wants to know why John is like this and is scared of him. And he’s lying to himself and desperately trying to convince himself that it’s not true. Even acting clueless when Es bought it up despite having attempted to talk to John beforehand.

Now for John, he is the protector alter and isn’t considered to be the prisoner. I absolutely love John so much. He’s obsessed with protecting Mikoto to the point he’s ruining his life, just like Mikoto’s obsession with being normal. He’s extremely paranoid of other people, and believes them all to be out to hurt Mikoto. Because of this, he lashed out and acts violently around them to make himself seem more threatening as for them to not go near Mikoto. This is in direct contrast with Mikoto’s behaviour of wanting to be friends with everyone which John is trying to stop as he’s scared for his safety under the belief that other people are dangerous. Even though he’s trying to protect Mikoto from this he’s actually making things worse for him as this is heavily stressing out Mikoto who’s biggest fear is social rejection and could stop someone reaching out to help him. And John knows this. He’s questioning if he’s truly Mikoto’s saviour and has started to believe that he’s ruined his life, for if only he was never born. But his paranoid mindset is inherently rooted into him so he can’t stop behaving this way.

John’s entire identity revolves around him being Mikoto’s protector, so for this it feels to him as his entire duty in life he had failed. His entire life is focused on Mikoto and he believes he can’t be his own person with hopes and dreams because that’d be getting in the way. He also demonised his DID and believes he can’t be a proper person because of that, and believes his condition is what’s making him violent even though it’s truly not, and just has a strong sense of fight or flight.

For his whole life John has never been treated as a person and never treated himself as such, so when in his second trial voice drama, Neoplasm, when Es wasn’t immediately scared of him when John fronted and started threatening Es, he backed down. This was the first time he wasn’t treated as a monster and because of that he dropped his persona and started to reveal his true self. John is a more stoic and rational person and was confused when Es actually accepted him instead of fearing him. It definitely seems he’s been trying to make an effort not to get angry and violent on an impulse as when he got upset and started yelling at Es, he calmed down and started breathing, and tried to talk in a more calm matter. But because of this he said how he wished he had stayed a monster.

And about the whole murder situation. John desperately tries to convince Es that he’s the killer, claiming he just killed a bunch of random people who annoyed him although this statement is very contradictory. When Es started to get suspicious of his statement John immediately doubled down and tried to convince them that Mikoto is weak and innocent and could never hurt anyone and was basically yelling at Es that Mikoto is completely innocent and that he is the murderer.

Even though the story deliberately makes it unclear who did it this behaviour seems to me as John trying to take the blame for Mikoto, as he wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to him because of that. It’s just a theory and it’s a long one but I believe that Mikoto is the killer, and the trauma from the incident along with his denial coping mechanisms lead him to repress the memory. And in the first trial when Es bought up the idea that he may have repressed the memory he started having a panic attack which caused John to switch in.

I really love how Milgram is treating DID with respect in Mikoto’s story and how the murder wasn’t because of his condition, but the result of the situation he was in and all the trauma he was going through, a murder which anyone could commit. There’s also a time where it was implied that they were co conscious in the second trial interrogation questions where at one time the handwriting started changing a lot and becoming more shaky in a style that didn’t fit either Mikoto or John’s regular handwriting. And there was one answer which heavily implied he was disassociating while writing. Mikoto’s story is one that’s easily misunderstood and may initially lead people to believe that Mikoto is the poor victim and John the evil perpetrator. But it makes a lot more sense when you realise that that’s their perspectives and is influencing the narrative. Ah- I might’ve gone on for too long about this I’m just really normal about them ok."

#Contender info #cdd swag bracket #did #mikoto kayano #cdd swag propaganda #milgram #long post

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Why Manga Asura does not Work as the final antagonist

Regarding the final bit of the Soul Eater Manga, there is a LOT that does not work.

Crona sacrifice and sealing the moon might sound good on paper, but it doesnt fit the themes of the story. Maka never really managed to hit the final note of her character development that anime Maka did, and at the very end regressed, as she rejected her father out of spite. Kid making peace with the witches was nice, but the manga never really delved into the conflict between shinigami and witches in full and what it truly involved, so the conflict being resolved was sorta half baked.

But one of the things i dont really see brought up that often is how the final villain Kishin Asura does not work. At least not the manga version of him.

He is frankly speaking, a terrible final antagonist for the manga. Not just as an actual character, but also on a thematic level.

Asura as a character all throughouth the story before the heroes encounter him on the moon, has been all about 2 defining aspects about him, two things that has defined his very being.

Overwhelming power, and fear. The Kishin that became THE moster of legend for the Soul Eater Universe, who killed and consumed his own weapon along with two other of Shinigami's Warlords(who may or may not have been great old ones as well) is legendary for his overwhelming power... But also being a massive coward.

Such a coward was he, that he eventually devoured his own weapon, his partner, rather than even risk the possibility that he might turn against him.

On paper, he sounds he is the perfect foil as an antagonist for the Soul Eater protagonist, especially the main character Maka. For a story that is defined by people opening themselves up to others, even despite the pain that might very well ensue from that, to have the villain be one who gave up on everything out of cowardice, and sought ultimate power in hope that it would lead to total safety for him rather than taking a risk on the dangers of life and bonds makes perfect sense.

However, there is a problem.

Namely that while Asura has the overwhelming power down pat, the coward is essentially a complete informed attribute.

While Asura has moments where he is seemingly terrified on the moon, this is not genuine fear. He is simply mocking the protagonists by showing "Fear" and basically saying "oh, how scary" in face of his foes.

It's not genuine fear. There is not a moment on the moon, where Asura is genuinely, honestly afraid of the protagonists.

Hell, not even at the very end, as once again he's being sealed away, does he show a lick of fear at the prospect of once again being sealed away in darkness.

Instead he shouts definatly that fuck you guys, i'll be back!

This complete of lack fear has two massive problems.

The first is simply that he's a BORING character.

Manga Asura is a boring villain. He is every single, bland, overpowered final boss that plagues shonen as a genre, withouth anything that makes him stand out from the mold.

As such seeing his conflict with the heroes is basically them beating up on a brick wall... Only at least most villains in this mold does have the satisfying moment where they do break, while Asura remains undefeated, thus leaving no sense of closure.

He has no charisma, he has nothing interesting to say, and he is not particularily fun to watch.

He is basically the exact opposite of his animated portrayal, who was a giant coward... But also had a surprisingly poigaint amount of things to say, having debates with his father during their final battle where the two beings who fundamentally could not understand bravery, tried to give their own viewpoints of what this bizarre thing could be.

And of course, because anime Asura really was a giant coward, and all his fear was absolutely genuine, when he finally breaks down at the end, it feels satisfying on a story level, because we understand how he ticks, and what has lead up to this point.

But it goes beyond just the fact that Asura is a far more engaging and dynamic character in the anime.

There is also the themes which the story embodies, which are explicitly rejected by the manga version.

Asura Looks down on Humanity, regarding them as Shingami's puppets, and scum.

More speciffically, the real reason he looks down on them is because of their, in his eyes, weakness.

When facing his brother, the only thing he cares about when comparing the two of them is strength.

Because that is the metric by which he lives his life.

He sought out strength with the goal of never having to be afraid again. He wanted to be strong to feel safe, to never have to feel fear, ever again, because in his mind, if he was the strongest, nothing could challenge him.

He rejected all bonds because he was scared of the possibility of being hurt.

In other words he is thematically the opposite of all of Soul Eater's main heroes.

He is the opposite of Kid, as a warning of what the Shinigami could become if he gave in to all his worst aspects.

He is the opposite of Black Star, as a man who sought the absolute top, but threw away everyone and everything that ever mattered to him to get there.

He is the opposite of Crona, who's is able to draw strength from one, single bond with another human being that is defined by love between the two of them, hard and painful though it might be at times.

But the single person who Asura is an opposite to is Maka Albarn, who represents absolutely EVERYTHING that Asura has rejected, and looks down on.

Maka is not a particularily strong warrior as far as Soul Eater's powerlevels is concerned. While far, far above the normal human limit in every physical regard, compared to the likes of endgame Black Star and Kid, she way below them in overall combat capacity.

But that is not why Maka is a great fighter. Maka is strong, not because of her base power being stupidly high, but her ability to bring out the best in everyone around her.

This is encapsulated by her abiltiy to bring out the best performance of every single person on her side through soul syncronization... Something she is only able to do thanks to her partner Soul, and the trial and tribulations she went through to get here, including both falling on her face along the way, as well as rejecting her feelings of inaduquacy when compared to the sheer power gap between her and black star.

And of course, her defining relationship in this series, her bond with Crona, is about doing the exact opposite of what Asura did with his own bonds to his partner and father, and comrades.

Asura killed and absorbed 4 of his own friends, and tried to do the same to his father, because he feared those bonds and the uncertainty they had... He rejected the best things in his life because he could not handle the fact that they were not certain things, that they could in fact go wrong... So he sacrificed them in exchange for the ephemeral safety of power.

By comparison, Maka refused to give up on her relationship with Crona, no matter how much logical sense it might make, and how much the people around her migth tell her it was the better option, because Crona mattered to her. The bond they shared mattered to her. The love she had for Crona was stronger than the fear of being hurt.

This is the reason why Maka is the Hero of this story, while Asura the villain.

In other words, even if Maka and Asura does not have a deep and complex relationship like many heroes and villains do, thematically speaking, they are the exact opposites.

Asura represents everything that Soul Eater sees as bad. Fear of others, cowardice, power for the sake of power, and rejecting an uncertain future.

Maka represents everything Soul Eater sees as good. Love for others, Bravery, seeking power not for the sake of yourself but for those around you, and having the guts to embrace the future, regardless of how uncertain it might be.

It is the reason why the anime final fight, despite some hickups and misteps getting to maka's charge up the hill and the final punch, works.

This was the climax of the story, and in the end, the story rejects Asura's claim of ultimate power being the key to safety from fear.

It brought all of Soul Eater's themes together in one, final sequence where Asura's ideals are broken to pieces in the face of Maka's hope, dreams, and love for everyone she cares about, just as decisively as his face was.

One of the Manga's climax's themes, is that Asura was... Kinda proven right by this ending.

The heroes did not in the end manage to overcome him, thus in it's own way, proving his faith in his own power right.

Rather than ultimately stating that power is ultimately meaningless, ephemeral, and not what actually matters in life, Instead Asura's strenght is allows him to live on to fight another day.

This his quest for power, and the sacrifices he made for it... Was actually kinda worth it in the end. Becasuse he was right. His godlike powers DID keep him safe and alive in the end, with the hope of one day breaking loose and continue his onslaught upon the world strong in his heart.

And that is one big denouncement of ALL of Soul Eater's themes, and it's overall message.

#soul eater #kishin asura #maka albarn #black star #crona gorgon #shinigami sama #meta #meta analyis #themes #broken aesop #fear #power #madness #bravery

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